AVERY
Itake her mouth in a searing kiss the moment we get into the car. She kisses me back, her tongue adventurous and wild as I run my hands down her dress, feeling her through the satin and lace.
“We’ll speak more later.” Calista closes the door as Elliott starts to ask about giving her a ride.
I don’t have time for them. Not when my bride needs me.
Pulling her into my lap, I hike her dress up so she can straddle me as Mr. Lou pulls away from the station and onto the road.
“Home. Fast,” I bark before returning to my precious Goldie.
She presses her palms to my chest. “I was so scared he’d hurt you.”
I fasten my lips to her neck, tasting her sweet skin and licking up to her ear. “Never worry about me. Not with the cops. I can handle them.”
“Your lawyer is pretty badass.”
“Not as badass as you.” I pull back and stare into her eyes. “You stood up to your father. Do you know how much courage something like that takes?”
She shrugs. “I, um, I guess I just wanted him to know that you’re the one. You’re the only one I care about, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”
My cold bastard of a heart feels like it’s bathing in the sun’s warmest rays. “Why are you so good to me, little thief?”
She smiles, her hands going to my cheeks. “Because I love you.”
I savor the words from her lips. I never thought I’d love or be loved. Sure, I enjoy art and all the priceless things I’ve acquired in my career. But that’s not love. That’s simple possession. With Marigold, it’s so much more. It’s possession, but mutually so. Everything I’ve ever been or ever will be belongs to her. Only her.
Sliding my hands higher up her thighs, I tease at the edges of her panties. “Do you have any idea how badly I want to take you right here?”
She moves her hips, her eyes flicking to my lips. “I want you, too.”
I glance at the rearview mirror. Mr. Lou isn’t looking, but I don’t want to give the old man a heart attack.
“At home.” I kiss her again. “At home I’m going to feast on you then live inside you.” I take her mouth again, relishing her sweetness and tasting her as my hands rove higher, my thumb grazing along the wet satin between her thighs.
It makes me crazy thinking she’s soaked for me. With a hard pull, I rip her panties free then put the wet satin into my mouth, sucking her juices from the fabric as she watches.
“That’s so … filthy.” She swallows hard. “And hot.”
I spit her panties out then kiss her again. “Do you see how sweet you are, little thief? How perfectly delicious?” I share her taste, my cock kicking and demanding I slide all the way into her.
“Faster!” I growl at Mr. Lou.
He’s already speeding far more than usual, but this can’t wait. I need to consummate this marriage again, to make Marigold mine forever no matter what.
I cup her breasts through her dress, running my thumbs over her nipples as she rolls her hips, her body demanding more from me. I want to give it. I’m fucking pressed, my logic of not traumatizing Mr. Lou slowly fading as my animal need to fuck Marigold begins to take over.
He tears up the lane to the house and screeches to a halt at the front door.
I shove open the door, pull Marigold free, then lift her. When I carry her over the threshold, she squeals with pleasure, and when I run her up the stairs, she holds on for dear life.
Our bedroom door is open, and I lay her on the bed.
“Just fucking look at you.” I tear off my coat and toss it behind me, then strip the rest of the way. When I’m naked, she stares at my cock, and I swear I’m barely hanging on. “Spread for me. I want to lick your cunt until your legs shake.”
“Avery!” She gasps. “Please, I need all of you.”
“All?” I stroke myself once, twice.